fingernails on keyboards, long, just a little, sleep beckons as it always does, the clock strikes late, too little sleep, too much work, and nothing ever gets done, quietly, slipping away, breathe, days, nights, weeks, not weak, but strong, like soldiers, marching, single file, trudging through the snow and ice, a well worn path, one step in front of the other, keep going, keep pressing on, winter is upon us, and home is so close, winter wonderland, street closed, large avenue, never closed, except for marathons, playing on 4 lanes of blacktop, except it's all white, and there aren't any cars, which never happens when it's black, men, women, and a dog, always a dog.